Dial - Season 1 - Episode 28

4 years ago

Dial - Season 1 - Episode 28

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I closed from work early and drove out of town.

I went to see Vida.

She was Number 17 on my Dial List. Vida was married to a man who had two other wives, and her husband usually spent only Monday and Tuesday nights with her. He had money that took care of her father’s expensive medical bills, and her lavish lifestyle.

I suspected Vida was not with him primarily because of his money, though. Her husband was famous, and he belonged to a circle of influential people: politicians, investors, presidents and big-clout personalities.
This made Vida a part of the powerful clique in the society.

A former exotic dancer, model, actress and presently fashion icon, she was powerful enough on her own. Unfortunately, she could not have any children because she lost her womb when she was a teenager.
We had met at one of her fashion shows.
I had seen her, noticed her beauty, learnt she was married to one of the wealthiest and richest men in the country, and I just penned her down as a great candidate for the Dial List.
I bought several expensive clothing from her collection that evening, and she had noticed. She called me up to thank me, and I arranged a simple dinner.

She had refused, but invited me to her house instead.

Vida was older by eight years, it turned out; but age didn’t mean a thing. She being older didn’t mean I needed a ladder to climb aboard her ship…and we had made love that first night.

That would have ended it once I got her on my list, but she was available, the forbidden fruit, and so we met occasionally to share bodies.
I was in my office that day Nana b0s0mba paid me a visit, preparing to leave, when her call came through.

She wanted to see me that night.

On any other normal day, I would have refused, or bluffed her a bit, but this day was not a normal day.

For starters, that Nana b0s0mba had freaked me out, and his cold promise to see me that evening had jangled my nerves.
I had lied, and that was that.

I had called Chief Inspector Danso Cuger shortly after they left my office to inform him that I was willing to bear all the funeral costs that would be incurred on Akos. He had promised to inform the Fetish Priest.
That was the last I had heard of them.

I was however not in any mood to see that man again.
So I put the ring I had given to Akos back in the envelope and locked it up in my desk drawer, and then I hit town.

I drove for two hours out of town to meet Vida.
As usual she met me at a roundabout. I parked my car at a terminal, paid for two days, picked a taxi to the roundabout, sat in her car, and she took me home.

She was wearing a long, white leather overcoat when I sat in the car, and from the way her eyes roved over me I knew she was in the mood for some good hard fun.
She gave me a hard, long kiss, and then as we drove she tugged hard at my belt. I smiled and unbuckled my belt, and then unzipped my fly.

Her right hand dove into my boxers, and in a moment she had my turgid member out. She flipped me expertly, and soon she had me all fired up like her.

My hand dove through the slit of her overcoat, roamed up her smooth stockinged thighs…and then I realized she was naked underneath.

She was all hoarse with lust as she spread her legs and my fingers gently went to work.
Once at her house she blew the horn impatiently, and the security detail opened the electronic gates. She drove straight into the garage and the doors slid shut automatically behind us.

In a flash she was out of the car, flinging her overcoat off.
She was wearing only the black stockings, a garter belt, and black high heels. Her pert derriere bounced excitingly as she leaned across the warm bonnet and presented that incredible sight to me.

“Do me, Biko!” she groaned lustfully. “Do me now!”

She raised one heavenly leg and draped it across the bonnet, exposing her lustful environments to my appreciating eyes.
I got down on my knees, clamped hot lips to her core, and expertly lapped her up.
“Oh, Biko, oh, oh, ohhhhh!” she wailed. “Now, Biko! I’m gonna blow if you don’t mount it!”
And so I mounted, and she let out an elongated grunt…